And it doesn't help that the sky is grey....
Maybe it's all the imminent upheaval in my life, or maybe it's just the way the planets are arranging themselves. But in the meantime, I must get on with things, so I focus on the Monarch butterfly, which thanks to all the crap in the world, is having some difficulty surviving. Except not in my garden, where the milkweed flourishes. I watch him/her flit about - I guess it's a her - looking to lay eggs. Speriamo.
Well, I have some gigs for the summer - an arts and crafts fair on the weekend, and a beautiful restaurant serving very very fine food, and then a local art gallery coming up too. Thanks to all the gods and people involved.
And over the weekend, we had a family cousins' reunion. Just look at the concentration: we were playing some tunes and everyone was singing along. The family that sings together, rings together. Or something.
|brother Paul, guitar; brother Anthony, singing; cousin Michelle's husband Tom, piano; cousin Maureen; me.|
|a gig from a couple of weeks ago|